fifth form

Chapter 245 Dao Monarch and Your Majesty

"You seem to be very concerned about the battle of the lords in my mountain?"

The palace on the top of the holy mountain is wrapped in clouds and mist, but there is no trace of water mist invading the palace.

On the contrary, compared to the gloomy and cold Yihe River Holy Land, Daojun's palace is spacious and bright, even illuminated by the sun.

The sun lazily shone on the gray robe, making the old Taoist look a little more lazy.

Compared with Zunshang's angry national war, Daojun seems to have nothing to do with the world, and is only confined to the tranquility of a small world.

There was a bit of curiosity in his eyes, and he focused on the statue who was also lying on his side.

For a cultivator at Daojun's level, it is difficult for him to be interested in many things, but Daojun is indeed somewhat curious about the arrival of His Majesty.

No matter how you say, His Majesty is a great cultivator at the same level as him, and he will not do meaningless things.

"Actually, I just wanted to come and ask, can you help me curse the Golden Crow, Emperor Jing, and Li Guang to death..."

"cannot!"

Before His Majesty finished speaking, Dao Jun directly interrupted the other party's words and directly narrated the answer.

"Please!" said the Venerable.

"Then pick out your own eyeballs and give them to me first," Daojun said seriously.

"Don't have any ideas about my body," said the Venerable disapprovingly.

"It was your idea to hit me first." Daojun shrugged and said, "If I kill those people you mentioned, I will need to die from now on. How long do you think I can escape with my old bones?"

"Then you kill Haotian and the Queen Mother first, and if you kill their leader, no one will order to hunt you down," His Majesty urged.

"Then let the Sanqing Tianzun rule the fairy court and the heavenly court in the name of encircling and suppressing rebellion?" Daojun frowned: "Then how miserable will my rebellious death be?"

"You just think too much," His Majesty sighed.

"If you really want me to kill these people, I might as well kill you directly, at least I can save two eyeballs and save my capital," Taoist dissatisfied.

"You make me panic when you say that!"

Your Majesty made a joke, but was also confused by Daojun's joke.

If it weren't for his eyeballs being useless to Daojun right now, His Excellency felt that Daojun would definitely be able to do this kind of thing.

Of course, the purpose of his trip was not to ask Daojun to help.

Your Majesty just wanted to watch the excitement, to see if the only human spy in the Holy Land of Xieluosichuan could survive.

Things were a bit beyond His Majesty's expectations, Zhang Xuezhou and others were beaten to death by Hong Ku, but they got mixed up with Hong Ku again, and even Hong Ku thoughtfully arranged the way out.

Daojun didn't pay attention to, nor was he interested in spying on the things below, but His Majesty watched it through his eyes.

He even saw a good show in the Five Ghosts Yinfeng Sword Formation.

"Actually, I came here this time to ask for someone from you," the Venerable Master corrected himself.

"Who?"

"Venerable Plague Huang!"

"Her? What do you want her to do? Spread the plague to Han?"

"Actually, I just wanted to kill her!"

"..."

Daojun looked at the sage who said nothing, and it was difficult to know what the lord really thought.

"I don't like the number nine," Daojun repeated seriously.

"It's his fate!"

Your Majesty waved his hand, temporarily giving up the idea of ​​killing Jinchang.

As long as Jinchang holds that head, the opponent will indeed be more difficult to deal with, and it will easily cause misunderstandings between him and Daojun.

His Majesty didn't bother to expose the hidden thunder of the Yixi River Holy Land, anyway, he had already said what he said in advance.

He watched a good show, and concluded that the spy Zhang Xuezhou was alive and well, and there was nothing important at the moment.

The opponent's performance is very good, and he doesn't need his help.

Your Majesty likes this kind of person.

Without his help, Zhang Xuezhou and others also got through the difficulties, which gave him a little more confidence in Zhang Xuezhou entering Chang'an City to spy on Emperor Jing.

As a spy, if it is a spy who wants to rely on force to investigate, it is impossible for this type of spy to go far.

Spies need to have force, but they cannot rely too much on force.

In the environment that the spies faced, there were too many people who were more powerful than the spies.

If a spy is outstanding in force, the other party will not do this kind of spying.

Your Majesty is very optimistic about Zhang Xuezhou.

At least in this verification, the opponent passed the test almost perfectly.

"Anything else?" Daojun asked.

"Forget it, I'll take the initiative to go!"

After the conversation was over, it was time for Daojun to chase away the guests, which made His Majesty quite boring.

But he doesn't mind losing face, after all, his face is worthless in front of Taoist Lord.

"Fei Yu is driving!"

His Majesty called out, and the white crane demon flying feathers immediately spread its wings lightly, and very carefully steered the chariot of five giant dragons across the sky above the palace.

"See you next time!"

His Majesty waved his hand, and with a vertical movement of his body, he was swept outside the palace like a gust of wind.

He stepped on the dragon chariot, and fled far away with the howling wind and clouds.

"This old guy has always been deeply thoughtful, and he definitely wouldn't come to do such simple things!"

Watching His Majesty leave, Dao Jun's casual eyes became formal.

"The older you get, the crazier you become. This old guy's body is about to collapse, and the body he cultivated for hundreds of years has been chopped to death. Will he do something like jumping over the wall?"

Daojun stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers to figure out the relationship.

He finally sighed.

His Excellency behaved insanely, and he couldn't get much better.

No one can never die, even if they have the world's top strength, they will pass when the time comes.

Either suppress the body to survive like the Venerable Master, or use Yin Qi to fill the body to maintain vitality.

Many people have their own means, but no matter which means can only delay the coming of death, it will not prevent the coming of death.

"If that day comes, what should I do?"

This is a question that Daojun has thought about many times, but every time he thinks about it, there is no answer.

He was cold-tempered, but he also had difficulty grasping the thoughts of the last stage of his life.

"Maybe before you die, go and kill some old guys who have long disliked you?"

A strange light flashed in Daojun's eyes, he opened his mouth, and a red flying blade as thin as a cicada's wing danced on the tip of his tongue.

Dots of red light kept flickering on the flying blade, like a series of lawful textures, exuding bursts of chaotic and indistinguishable aura.

Daojun stared at the flying blade.

The flying blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, immediately reflected several noble and immortal figures.

Daojun watched these people for a long time.

As long as he fell into hysterical madness, he would undoubtedly have the confidence to kill any top existence.

But he won't make many shots. Firstly, his spell is a one-hit victory, and if he strikes again, he will lose his strength, and if he strikes again and again, he will lose his sharpness and his methods will be reduced to ordinary.

The second reason is that these people he doesn't like are not fools, they can sit there and wait for him to kill.

No one dares to provoke Daojun, but Daojun can provoke many people, and he cannot fight all the heroes in the world alone.

"This kind of life is really annoying!"

He finally let out a muffled sigh, and took a stone to carve there.

Several knives fell, and amidst the flying stone chips, a hunchbacked figure appeared.

When Daojun painted a few more knives, Hong's miserable appearance had already appeared on the stone carving.

He doesn't like governing the Holy Land, but Daojun is not ignorant of the things in the Holy Land, especially the grievances involving spells.

He knew Hong Ku's spells, and also the spells of other venerables in the Holy Land, and even had a little knowledge of what happened to Hong Ku.

"This old boy's situation is somewhat similar to mine, but he defeated four solips monks with supernatural powers..."

If you compare Daojun with several top existences, it is undoubtedly the situation of Hongku facing His Holiness.

"Heart Mantra" can reach the realm of the true self, but "Heart Mantra" cannot reach the highest level.

In the Ninth Five-Year System set by Emperor Qin, Daojun only belonged to 42-level monks.

There is a small gap between him and the strongest group of people.

The gap between these few small realms made Daojun's practice not perfect, and also made him flawed.

If he can't push the "Heart Mantra" to a more extreme end, his practice has come to an end.

Daojun has two wishes at the moment, one is to deduce the "Heart Mantra" to a more extreme and far-reaching place, to see if he can move the limit of his cultivation base, so as to step into the real Dao.

The other is to see if he can bring a few old guys on the road together when he dies in the future.

As for longevity and so on, Daojun felt that he was already bearish.

Compared with his own pursuit of the kind of lingering life with no hope in sight, he prefers the ending of others being killed by him after they go to false immortality.

This may become his greatest source of pleasure before his death.

(End of this chapter)